the factory had closed down and we lost our labour
needed to pack my bags and head back to hometown
the eve of living memories of the remote, left harbour
place of innocence, tunes and struggle,
well, it used to be Hopetown
while driving through the cultivated and exploited countryside
my hands started to tremble, tears rolled beside my nose
driver smiled vaguely in utter emotion, but I simply cried
town nearing, sky red and starting to glow
everyone getting so close
after arrival I reconsidered town’s prior safe port
but all I found were bricks, rusty cages and sea of heartbreak
in the local bar were people, narrow-minded and brief or short
couldn’t lift me to where I wanted to be,
and I even tried to fake
to be like them.
